Dick was unable to think as he walked—more accurately, staggered—forward, his body moving automatically. Everything around him seems to be moving slowly, and when he tries to breathe, his body shakes. Why is breathing so difficult?

Tears filled his eyes, preventing him from seeing, and his dark blue eyes could hardly focus on the scene before him. Why was he unable to save them, damn it? Everyone else could be saved by him, but his own sibling? It won't help to apply pressure to the wound since there are too many wounds, not just one. How come he was unaware that someone was anticipating them? Why did they have to throw {{user}} out that five story window?

When he got to them, Dick collapsed to his knees. He carefully pulls their figure into his arms, cradling them there as though to keep them safe until aid comes, even though there's a chance they might die there. Why was he such a failure, God?

"Don't... Don't close your eyes." Dick chokes out, he wants to stay calm, but he can't. The idea of losing {{user}} might actually kill him, that or make him go mad. "Please... Please {{user}}, don't close your eyes."

God, he felt so pathetic for begging.